The path up the mountain is steep and rocky, yet I feel compelled to investigate the mysterious pillar in the distance. And, though rough and overgrown, this is a true path. Perhaps if I follow it, I will find civilization.

Along the way, I stop several times for water. Thankfully, the springs are so plentiful, true thirst never has time to set in.

Once or twice, I spot the faint but unmistakable shape of horse tracks, dry and faded in the dirt. They could be months old, and they could be from wild horses, but they're the first potential signs of civilization I have seen.

The air is hot and the sky almost cloudless. Olive and cypress trees dot the way, providing occasional shade. Birds sing all around me and insects hum peacefully. No pests torment me, and no rustle of the leaves disturbs me. Though balmy and uncomfortable, I feel safe.

After five hours of walking, the sun is noticeably nearer the pillar. By my estimation I still have another three-and-a-half hours until sunset, but my legs are weary and my stomach rumbles.

Though the path has cleared up noticeably, I don't know how far away civilization is yet. I am unsure how much longer I can continue uphill in the beating sun.


▸ Continue up the mountain
▸ Settle down for the evening